November
from Not Afraid of NothingSnow is falling down on this cold November morning. Somehow, I forget whatever it was I was thinking about. I see a picture of you, and I remember the summer, when our love was new. The trees were green; your eyes were green, too. When are you coming home? Empty cans of beer, they lace the ground in the woods by my house, "Hey, winter's here!" More parties, I used to party good. Chillin' with the football team: start a fire, grab a girl with little self-esteem. I couldn't do it, I wouldn't do it. What the hell is wrong with me? And when are you coming home? Snow is falling down on this cold November morning.
(C)2009 Anthony da Costa (BMI)
